Friday Poetry Extravaganza (3 of 3)

Walking at a toddler’s pace
Provides time. A gift.
Look with fresh eyes.

Dried leaves fall from the tree to go bowling
Crazily down the street in
Unpredictable lanes.

White-yellow leaves shimmer high against bright blue.
The sky spotless.
The light, neither hot nor cold,
Splashes the street with color.
Pumpkins accent porches with orange.
Red and brown trees spread across still-green yards.

A moment full of gold. Priceless.